And in the crush of the dark I'll be your light in the mist

[microwavemutant]

WHO: Angelica and Pietro
WHERE: The garden at Xavier's to start, then... elsewhere...?
WHEN: Wednesday, early afternoon
SUMMARY: It's Pietro and Angie's anniversary...
WARNINGS: Um... we'll see.
FORMAT: Words~♥

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[oncemercurial]

Pietro had asked Angelica to wait for him, but he didn't intend to keep her loitering around the garden for very long, even if it did make an ideal romantic spot in which to meet up. He had more romantic plans for then in a few hours, of course, when her duties to the school and his own personal projects were completed. Still, he wanted to see his wife sooner rather than later. It had felt odd not waking up next to her on the morning of their anniversary.

"Angelica?" He greeted, speeding up next to her near the spot they'd run off to during the prom. It took a great amount of care not to squash any of the carefully planted foliage around them, but it simply wouldn't do to ruin the precious little place. "Thank you for waiting for me. Happy anniversary, my love."

[microwavemutant]

She probably looked a mess, covered in flecks of dirt and sweat, wig slightly askew, clothes rumbled, but there was no mistaking the expression of joy on her face when Pietro arrived. She looked up at him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks as she dusted as much soil from her hands as she could before she rose to greet him.

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world." Angelica said, carefully sidestepping the garden so she could greet Pietro properly, with a possessive kiss. "Happy anniversary, darling. I love you."

[oncemercurial]

Angelica did look a little odd, standing there in the still dewey garden with the slightest hint of mud on her face. If he hadn't been swept up into her kiss, he might've felt compelled to comment on her appearance. Not maliciously, of course. She knew him well enough to understand that his jibes were never meant to offend when it came to her.

"I love you as well." He sighed contentedly as she pulled away, keeping her close enough to lean his forehead against hers. "You have another class today?"

[microwavemutant]

She shook her head, taking both of his hands in hers. School was more or less over for the year, aside from the occasional summer courses, of course. But most students didn't bother with summer art classes, so her duties seemed to be limited to administrative activities. Well, that and gardening.

"I've got the entire afternoon to myself, which means you've got me all day." She laced their fingers together, swinging their hands back and forth playfully. It was difficult not to think about how they'd been just a year ago, how nervous she'd been about holding his hand. Who could have foreseen that less than a year later she'd be his wife. Sometimes Angelica still couldn't believe it herself, it seemed so surreal. "It's just you and me, Pietro. Let's have an adventure."